Chapter 78 - 15_4
He truly hated these thoughts that emerged unexpectedly, for they continually negated his current identity and little by little detached him from the relationships that surrounded him.
Once he let this situation continue, he would feel repelled by all irrational yet correct behavior around him—affection, friendship, and all societal warmth—viewing them as foolish wastes of time. He would become cold-hearted, like those large, brightly shining processors in the school’s computer room.
Eventually... he would become just like his mother.
He would detest himself just as his mother detested herself.
Suddenly, he felt he understood why his mother took him to see a psychologist over and over when he was little—it was because she had recognized that her son had inherited the same illness as hers.
At this moment, the black cat seemed to be moved, its eyes swirling with green light. Its previous seduction had been withstood by this boy, but now, seeing his reaction, could it be that a better opportunity had arisen?
But in the end, the cat did not act, not out of kindness, but because it felt a fear as if using seduction on the boy again would trigger unimaginable, terrible consequences.
Li Zhiyuan muttered incessantly to himself about his relationships, continuously reminding—almost hypnotizing—himself about who he was and his familial ties.
This time, however, Qin Li’s name was occasionally mixed in.
Li Zhiyuan rubbed his face hard, as if trying to cram back his sense of identity and empathy. He stood up, took a deep breath, and when he looked again at the black cat, he saw the warmth and kindness of youth in his own eyes.
The black cat’s eyes widened; at this point, it was somewhat unclear as to who exactly was the Corpse Demon.